Listen to the rain. Wen Zeng Chuhua.
The rain rustled, like a veil drifting, like a band singing.
I was drunk.
Listen to the sound of the rain.
Some people say that love is deep and rainy.
Those past memories of knowing and falling in love with each other are remembered between the eyebrows.
Once your enthusiasm, like a summer flame, melted my heart like ice.
Your emotions, like abundant wealth, make my life so wonderful.
Your language, like a winter stove, allows warmth to spread throughout my body.
Your eyes, like twinkling stars, make me pursue the light.
Your personality, like a beautiful landscape, is a model for my life.
The rain rustled like a cuckoo and sang like a lark.
My heart was pounding and my blood was boiling.
When I was young, I swore that you were the moon, and I was the woman in the moon.
You are the sun, and I am the crop under the sun.
You're the boat, I'm the boatman.
You are the land, and I am the nectar that nourishes the land.
You have dreams, dreams have me.
The rain rustled, the once infatuation, the former vows, the former dreams.
It has already come true, and it has made my perfect life!
About the Author. Zeng Chuhua was born in Xinhua, Hunan Province in 1962. Retired primary school teacher. Loved the idyllic life. In the past three years, he has published dozens of works on online platforms such as "Ordinary Poetry World", "Yongnian Writers Association" and "Famous Articles: Literature and Art Network". The article is easy to understand, the connotation is tender like water, and it is deeply loved by the majority of readers!